HOOOONK—
The somber and prolonged sound of the horn echoed throughout the entire city.
The seventh day of the seventh month! The grand bridal procession!
In the vast, ancient, and grim Dead Spirit City, weathered and decaying.
Countless blood-red, dazzlingly vibrant silk ribbons hung in every corner of the streets and alleys. Swaying in the wind, they resembled clouds of blood.
Long tables, crafted from dark, heavy coffin wood, were neatly arranged on every street throughout the city.
Rows of eager Demons, devils, and peculiar spirits who had come to freeload and witness the ceremony took their seats. Saliva drooled incessantly from their mouths, and the dense, fetid stench they emitted could cause splitting headaches from kilometers away.
In the heart of the capital, the Youming Royal Mansion.
The incredibly lavish decorations made this royal mansion seem like a different world compared to its usual state; lanterns hung high, casting a red glow upon the ground.
